Boartusk Heights Let's Go Up In Flames

The length of time between this hunt and her last had left the woman rustic in her abilities. The rain that poured from the skies seemed to rage with thunder as she stared down her chosen meal. The woman could not decide if the leading god was cheering her on, or he was signaling her to stop. The primal instincts driving her won out the debate as she crept closer to the unassuming swine. They would surely not be amiss with her over keeping herself from starvation. 

The lightning cracked in the sky above as she lunged for the nose of the boar. The blow landed, but it was an oddly familiar position. The puncture wounds that resided from her last tango with a maw had long since sealed over, leaving a crescent moon of scars upon her muzzle. Her strength easily tore the nose from the hog, but the fight was not over. Just as she reached for the killing blow, the thunder of hooves were heard above the torrential downpour. 

Dysis whipped her head from the smaller pig to meet eyes with the beastly parent who had come to its aid. It outweighed her large figure by several hundred pounds, and every single pound of muscle was intent on ripping the wolf apart. Powerful legs propelled her to the side of its advances, but it managed to slam into her with its shoulder. The bastardly thing easily knocked her to the side. The air whooshed from her lungs, but she did not have time to dwell.

Dysis jumped to her feet and shot off on the even ground with the boar in hot pursuit, Artemis was angry. That she was certain, but the demoness did not wish to die today. The rocks she clambered upon to escape its clutches slid out from under her hefty form. They would not allowed her to clamber above the sheer face before her. It was a dead end. The woman was doomed, or so it seemed.

The witch would do what she knew best. A cream head turned, and with her back to the wall, she let out a battle cry. You will not take me so easily! If the gods willed it, the large female knew it would be done. She would not go without a fight. 

It was then she noticed the looming figure behind the beastly proportions of the boar. Another beast she had faced. There was anger there. That Leonidas, of all wolves, would get the satisfaction of seeing her death. The atrocities that would happen to her body after her death lay in the back of her mind as she flashed her teeth at his dark figure. The boar charged.